I am in DESPERATE need of a hair cut. I forget how long my tresses are until I blow my hair out and injure my neck from sitting back on it and making any quick moves with my head. I will not be heading to the Geebz (where I like to have my hair did by the one and only Christopher) until the Holiday season and I am not sure I can let it get any longer?!?!
I may have to break down and go see fancy-pants-amazeballs Riawna in West Hollywood (read: more $$$ than my car payment was). If not, I will be forced to only answer to Rapunzel and ignore anyone who calls me Ingrid because I will look like this:
Image via here.